Anecdote LVIII. Into the Fire

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January 27th, 2016 The sounds of cannon fire and shouting rang across the river as the sun was rising. Moloch’s army had arrived in the night as the Train passed, and had begun their assault on Corerrofin hours before sunup. Lask had left Stefin to oversee the battlefield, and returned to Avigdell. Falient had prepared his ship, and was ready to leave, but Lask needed to wait until sunrise for the final piece of magic. He stood with Barrett on the balcony as the sun appeared in the east, the two facing the light appearing over the falls. Barrett knelt more »

Anecdote LIV. Never Leave a Man Behind

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September 3rd, 2015 Lask landed on Falient’s ship, near the helm where the captain waited. “Time to go,” Lask said, voice grim. He had been observing the chaos from the watch tower. “The place is nearly overrun.” Falient gave an affirmative, and Lask went to where Quinn was helping Wyatt and Ivan double-check the supplies. Ivan was loading the machine with canisters of medicine and magic. It was no easy feat to keep a spirit alive after the vessel’s death, so Lask had called in an expert, one who had survived himself. “Ready?” asked Lask. Ivan nodded. “Everything’s here.” Falient more »

Anecdote LI. The Things That Were Lost

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July 21st, 2015 • Avigdell Lask’s wings waited in the healing solution. It had taken weeks for them to regenerate in the sarcophagus Garth had constructed, but now they were full and vibrant, floating in the glowing water in the corner of the infirmary.  In the center of the room was a table, where preparations were happening. Lask lay on the table, and Falient was trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Elanor had taken the day off work and laid down in the dark at home, so as to clearly project herself to perch on a stool by more »

Anecdote XXI. No Love for the Dark

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“But Tabo, I’m ‘ungry,” Falient pleaded, reaching for a bit of the meat on his father’s makeshift plate. “You ate earlier today,” growled Tiermond, swatting his hand away. “Some of us haven’t had anything in days.” Falient stood next to him, looking up at him with forlorn eyes. “Tabo–” he ventured again. “Don’t call me that!” snapped Tiermond, pushing him away. “Go on with you! You ain’t gonna starve.” Falient surrendered and trudged away, striking off up the hillside to sit among the rocks above their camp. He drew his knees up to his chest as the wind gusted, and more »

Anecdote IXX. Belara Remembers Tiermond

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2014 • Not long after her arrival, Lask began asking Belara questions. At first, she despised him for it, but he struck a chord one day when he asked her about Falient. It was clear she had cared for the boy, so Lask inquired about her relationship with him, and the boy’s father. Belara was silent a long time, and Lask wondered if she would answer at all. “I always felt sorry for Tiermond,” she said after a while, “I like Viatrians, and he was as good as any of them. He was kind, hopeful, young, and bright when I more »

Anecdote XVII. The Corruption of Tiermond

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October 8th, 1584 • Richmond, VA “If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their repair hither and say you are not fit.” Tiermond smiled at the sound of his vessel’s voice as he wandered the crowded theater. The Viatrian wove through the rows, trailing his fingers over the heads of the audience. They were all riveted, watching the final scenes of Hamlet  unfold on the stage of the Richmond theater. He could feel their enthusiasm buzzing through him as his vessel performed, and relished in the warmth of it. He looked toward the stage again with a more »